Fallout: The World At Large

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The man taking off the helmet confused Randy but it only made his ending statement easier. The blood in his mouth landed on the man’s cheek.
 
Nixon wiped his face off. He blew the amber of his cigarette until it was a flat tip. He stood up and walked around the table, "I warned you."
He stepped behind Randy, placing his hand on Randy's forehead and pulling it back. With his other hand he began to lower the cigarette slowly toward the bridge of Randy's nose, between his eyes.
 
Randy groaned as the cigarette burnt into his face. The ash blowed into his eyes and his eyes watered. He managed to let out of his mouth, “And what will happen if I do tell you?”
 
"Simple. We'll let you go. See, we're not completely coldhearted. At least not me. But don't you fucking dare compare me to that coward Lyons. That will get you killed."
 
“Like I’m going to believe that. After I just launched an attack on your men, I get to stroll outside the gates.”
 
Marshall watches as gunshots and explosions rip through the darkness, and a giant fireball shooting up through the sky. The base before him fills with panic and soldiers man the spotlights, with men yelling and pointing at the clamour. The fence is rendered unpatrolled by the violence off in the distance, and Marshall breaks for the chainlink. In a frantic motion, he jumps to the top and throws his legs over. He dips down behind some crates in a unilluminated spot; he motions for his brotheron to make haste before the patrols resume...
 
Somewhere on the road.....

A jeep flies down a deserted road towards a yellow glow in the distance. In the darkness, with only the jeeps headlights providing luminescence, one could make out three figures. A driver, a man riding shotgun, and a third behind what seems to be a pre-war Browning .50 Cal.

Mystery driver: Hey Hodges ya there? What the fuck is going on down there?

Radio: I don' know the complete details yet. Looks like we got some assholes trying to break in. I don't know what the fuck they want but we'll givem one thing, and thats death. Get your asses back here pronto, we need everyone.

Gunner: Ah fuck. After days of recon, I just want to come back to my cramped ass room, eat some shit food, then get some shut eye. But no, we got some fuckos wanting who knows what just shooting up the place.

Eric: Look, I just want to get paid for this job. Any killing that I have to do back on your turf is extra got it?

Driver: Hey, watch your mouth. You may be some fancy merc but I still won't hesitate to slice ya from ear to ear if the boss orders it.

Eric: Looks like we both have something in common. I want payment and you have your turf to defend.
 
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